Once upon a time — okay, no, not that kind of story. This is a Wattpad story. Which is worse. So much worse.

The kind where a normal person gets thrown into an absolutely ridiculous situation and everyone just... accepts it. Like it's casual. Like it's a Tuesday.

Anyway. Welcome to the story of Y/n. Average person. Insecure as hell. Convinced they're completely unlovable. And now? Property of One Direction. Literally. There was paperwork. Fairy isn't sure that's legal, but here we are.

The taxi pulled away from the curb, leaving Y/n standing at the gates of an enormous villa. And when I say enormous, I mean enormous. This place had more windows than a cathedral and a driveway longer than most relationships on this app. It practically screamed celebrity money.

Before Y/n could even figure out if they were supposed to knock, ring a bell, or simply accept their fate, the massive front door swung open.

And there he was. Harry Styles. In a silk shirt that was unbuttoned just enough to be a problem, with curls that looked like he'd just walked out of a music video. Which he probably had.